I'm sorry this is pretty short but this was only half my idea for this chapter but it ended up long than I thought, ill post the other half 2nite or tomorrow… don't worry I have a few awesome twists up my sleeve so don't lose interest cuz I hate this chapter but the next one will be better!

(2 days later).

The whole gang was sitting in Dr. Beaven's office. Mr. And Mrs. Bolton in particular, were looking worn out and bewildered. No one was talking as they all were trying to comprehend what had happened to Troy's memory. They had been sitting in silence for about two hours; no one brave enough to break the silence, nor did anyone have anything to say anyway. Dr. Beaven finally returned. For the last two days, Troy had been undergoing numerous tests; mostly MRI scans for brain activity, particularly in the memory lobes of the brain.

"Well, I have both good news and bad news. Which would you prefer first?" Anna didn't think she could take any bad news, but she chose that anyway.

"Well, from the tests we have conducted so far, we are almost 100 sure that Troy's memory loss is a result of PTSD, commonly known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, is a psychiatric disorder that can occur following a bad experience, or in Troy's case, a particularly dark period in his life. One common factor for the development of PTSD is being in a social environment that produces shame, guilt, stigmatization, or self-hatred, not that I am blaming any of you. Most survivors of trauma return to normal given a little time. Troy's memory is not permanently damaged, but it seems that for the moment, his brain has chosen to block out most of the past few weeks, and as you also know, his brain has chosen to block out a number of people, as well as places and other factors that may have, consciously or not, contributed to the stress of the last few weeks. The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven. Troy's mind has been in a terrible state lately and his brain has chosen to shut out elements of his hell. Fortunately, the past is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets and re-explains what has happened. In time, and with help, Troy will begin to see that the events of late were terrible because of his illness, not because he deserved them or that it was meant to be that way, and with this, his mind will begin to return to him the memory of things that that the moment he couldn't handle. However I must stress something to you very clearly and that is this. The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict. By this I mean that it is absolutely imperative that none of you attempt to force memories on to Troy. The mind is an amazing thing, and it knows that at the moment it is weak, so has blocked out things for a reason. Troy knows he has a family, but he also knows that he can't remember them right now, which as you can imagine, is very distressing to him. If you attempt to force Troy's mind to recollect certain things that he is not yet ready to face, we run the severe risk of overloading his brain with stress and it could decide to simply shut back down and he would return to being in a coma-like state. This is an absolute rule that by no means should be broken by any of you. Am I being absolutely clear?" There was a general set of nods around the room as everybody began to grasp the situation.

"I do promise that in time, probably in a few months, Troy will remember everything he has forgotten. One by one he will begin to remember you, most likely in order of those which caused him the least stress; not necessarily through your own fault."

There was a light knock on the door. Dr. Beaven walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a rather nervous looking Emma.

"Yes, thankyou for coming Em." Emma nodded. He turned back to address the group. "As some of you know, this is Emma Wiltshire. Now first things first I wanted to reiterate to you that it is not Emma's fault that it is she who Troy remembers. This is probably a mix of the fact that Emma is new in town, and that fact that something about her put Troy at ease, probably being her compassion as she has been sick in the past and immediately recognised his behaviour as similar to her own in the past years. It is imperative that you cooperate with Emma, and her with you, as he will be our hook into Troy's mind. I have some paper here, and I want you to write down and tell Emma things that Troy used to do, so that she can complete these activities with him, such as a sport or something, so that we can begin to jog his memory without him knowing that we are pushing him." Sharpay gave Emma a cold look and scoffed at her. The rest of the gang all had angry looks on their faces, they didn't intend to be mean to her, but they were all jealous of Emma being able to comfort Troy and be close to him, particularly Gabriella. Emma looked around at all their faces, she hadn't meant to replace them, but that didn't matter: she had, and she wasn't welcome. Emma started to get tears in her eyes, and just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She quickly exited the room before they saw she was upset.

"No, Emma wait!" Mrs. Bolton started, but she was too late, Emma had left. They all got up and walked back into the observation room off Troy's room. There were two nurses in there already, but they were ignored as the group walked up to the window.

Emma was curled up on Troy's bed in his arms, crying into his shoulder. As she clung onto Troy, sobbing, he tightened his grip around her and began to rock her as he sung to her softly. Those watching saw how loving he was to her, and how perfect that moment was, even though they couldn't hear the words of what he was singing. He had his hands in her hair, and gently he pulled her face off his shoulder and looked into her eyes as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

"Don't look at me Troy, I'm all splotchy." She said weakly, trying to hide her face. But Troy his it, gently but firmly, where it was; looking straight at him.

"You're beautiful." She said simply, his words so clearly woven with genuine love. She took a sharp breath in and tried to stop crying. "I don't know whatever it is they said or did to you. But right now I couldn't care less about them. If they were my friends, then they wouldn't have treated me in a way that would make my brain want to forget them. All my brain remembers is you: you're everything to me. You saved me."

"But I haven't done anything…" Troy just smiled.

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." Emma smiled at Troy; she had tears shining down her cheeks.

"Heey, I didn't mean to make you cry!" He said wiping away her tears. She smiled at him and then turned to face the mirror.

"DID YOU HEAR ALL THAT SHARPAY? WRITE THAT DOWN!" she yelled at the mirror. She was fairly sure the gang would be in there. Troy just laughed at her and pulled her back towards him, and she snuggled deep into his shoulder. After a few minutes she spoke.

"Do you want to remember them?" Troy paused and let out a sigh, running his hand though his hair. After a while he started talking. His voice was worn out and resigned; she knew he was on the edge of tears.

"I don't know. I mean eventually I guess. But I'm scared to remember them; scared of what they now know about me, and how they might act towards me. People can be so judgemental, and, well I can't remember them, my brain chose to shut them out, so maybe they are that kind of judgemental people; maybe that was why I did it. I… I c-can't remember… I mean, it is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; but it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own."

"They don't like me Troy, so they won't ever give me a chance. But whoever they were before, it doesn't matter. Because they all here now, even though you can't remember them, they are here for you. What ever they before I don't know, but they love you Troy, and they want you to know that."

The gang sat and watched as Emma snuggled down into Troy's chest. The gang stood their shocked. They had treated her so badly, and made her cry, but still she was in their with Troy defending them, and telling Troy the things they so desperately wanted him to know. Gabriella began to cry, Emma was such a beautiful person, yet she couldn't help but hate her, because it was Emma, not her, in there with Troy. And it should have been her.

Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Bolton were in Dr. Beaven's office.

"Anna and Jack, we have been observing all of Troy organ functions and blood results, and I am glad to announce that he can be discharged today. He is physically holding up quite well, although he is exhausted, and being at home may also help jog his memory. However, I know this might seem forward, and that they are both teenagers, but you should consider having Emma stay with you for tonight if you have a spare room, just in case he starts to get overwhelmed. We have set up a schedule of both one-on-one and group therapy, in the same group Emma is in, and once a week I would like you to come in for a family therapy session once a week." Final details were arranged and Dr. Beaven went in to see Troy to tell him he was going home…

Next chapter

Drama in the Bolton household

More Troy and Emma

Troy begins to remember things